One day I walking back home from school, and the rubbish truck thought I was rubbish because I was filthy and poor, it picked me up and took me to wherever rubbish goes. I was scared and I thought about what my parents would be thinking that i’m not home.
I didn’t know what to do and then I see a big crane picking up rubbish and putting it into fire, I decided to run as fast as I could and tried to catch onto it but I missed and fell on a pile of expired milk. I stood up and I smelt horrible
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